The skies were brilliantly blue and cloudless. The wind was gentle and sun was shinging bright. It made me want to drink beer, eat burgers and lounge on the patio. I didn't even mind blowing a million bubbles.
We spent the afternoon in the yard blowing bubbles, scribbling with chalk, swinging and sliding and kicking balls. The neighbor boys, her 'buddies', came over to frolic. Rylan stopped by to play for a few hours.
The cousins breached the sandbox. The sandbox that has 250 pounds of sand in it. And old faded toys. And bugs.
The sandbox that doesn't have a cover and was full of snow only a month ago. The icky, slushy sandbox.
There was sand in their hair. There was sand between her toes (maybe because she stripped off her socks and shoes?) and in his pockets. The giggled and cackled and got, well, dirty.
My solution? The dreaded cousin bath - with photos - because at 15 it will be fun to mortify them.